After picking up a system

Mother Fu: "Is it the girl you met on that dating show you watched?"

Fu Yingxuan: "This is the opportunity, but I'm not a person who likes romance variety shows."

Mother Fu: "Oh, what is that?"

Fu Yingxuan took out her cell phone: "Her name is Ling Han, Ling Han drives Ling Han alone." She handed the phone to Fu's mother.

For some reason, Mother Fu wanted to cry.

Parents always have expectations for their children, but these should take precedence over their physical and mental health.

Now that his son has recovered from his illness and found someone he loves, the heavy weight that had always been hanging in his heart has finally fallen to the ground.

Her son will get better and better.

"very nice......"

Fu Yingxuan handed his mother a tissue and said, "I'm sorry for making you worry."

Mother Fu's eyes were soaked in the tissue: "You are our child, it is our duty to think about you."

......

Fu Yingxuan thought that the best way to protect Ling Han was to let the two of them have some interactions, preferably a close relationship.

The date for the red carpet walk arrived as scheduled, and I don’t know how many live broadcasts of the red carpet have been broadcast.

There are both official and unofficial ones.

Ling Han was in the back middle position and was not eye-catching.

The back of the backless dress is wrapped with thin silk ribbons, and the black color makes the skin look even whiter.

The one-shoulder design reveals the collarbone, and a silk flower with a black and white gradient edge is wrapped around the left wrist.

The black gauze is dotted with sparkling colorful diamonds, which reflect different kinds of light when you move.

The braids hung loosely behind her head, and a small crown was pinned on her head.

It looked like a princess who had never left the imperial city had arrived at her coronation ceremony.

......

Fu Yingxuan was a little nervous.

There will be a dinner after the red carpet, and he will attend as a sponsor. I wonder if Ling Han will stay.

Yeah, she stayed.

Fu Yingxuan was thinking over and over again about the words he had used to chat up the girl. The glass cup made a creaking sound as he gripped it.

Then, one man after another approached Ling Han. Some were taking pictures, some were clinking glasses with hers, and some were uncles who came forward to have a pleasant conversation with her.

Fu Yingxuan felt inferior for the first time.

This shouldn't be the case. My family is so rich, and I have been an excellent person since I was a child...

But Ling Han is also really, really great.

She has a wealthy family, her studies are going well, and her first half of life, no, even her second half of life will be smooth sailing, without the need for interference from others.

Fu Yingxuan is really autistic.

Ling Han moved over holding up her skirt, but Fu Yingxuan was too distracted to notice.

Ling Han moved closer.

The black skirt filled her vision, and Fu Yingxuan came back to her senses and looked up.

In front of him was Ling Han’s smiling face.

Fu Yingxuan coughed a few times: "Hello, what can I do for you?"

Ling Han smiled and said, "Hello, Director Fu, can we exchange contact information? If there is any role that suits me in the future, please contact me."

Fu Yingxuan: "Okay."

The two added each other as friends on social media.

After clinking glasses again, Ling Han walked away.

Fu Yingxuan wanted to cover her face.

My mind is a mess.

I will go back today and see if Ling Han and I are a CP. If not, I will create one with a small account.

The air conditioning in the banquet hall was very hot. People who were wearing thicker clothes had already started to sweat. Fu Yingxuan also unbuttoned two buttons.

When the banquet officially ended, there were not many people left.

Ling Han was also among the group that left early.

The wine didn't taste good, so after completing the necessary socializing, she went home.

Her mother was still waiting for her on the sofa, and the hangover soup was warming up in the kitchen. Her brother and sister-in-law also attended the party, but did not stay long. They went out for their own world and have not returned yet.

Dad was tired these days and fell asleep first.

Ling Han sat down next to Lan Qiuhua, hugged Lan Qiuhua and rubbed her, and his plush coat slipped off.

Lan Qiuhua carried her back to her original position.

After drinking the sobering soup, Ling Han took a shower and went to sleep.

The lights in the Ling family went out one by one.

......

A rookie: [Director Fu, Director Fu, are there any good scripts recently?]

Winter Sunlight: [Not Available Yet]

A rookie: [Okay.]

Fu Yingxuan couldn't help but take medicine as she watched the conversation repeat itself for who knows how many times.

How can we live up to expectations?

The more anxious you are, the less ideas you have. The less ideas you have, the more anxious you become.

Fu Yingxuan joined the CP super topic of himself and Ling Han. Fortunately, the few eye contact and interactions in the variety show were watched under a microscope, so he didn't need to create his own super topic.

His small account has become a manager. After all, he is an insider of CP fans. He spread the news that the two exchanged contact information at the banquet, and even had photos taken by his assistant.

The two people are misaligned and seem to be very close to each other.

Like a young couple toasting.

Fu Yingxuan turned off her phone with a smile and continued to worry.

......

A rookie: [Director Fu, Director Fu, I think this script is good, what do you think?]

A newbie: [File]

Fu Yingxuan would reply first before looking at the contents of the file.

He has filmed many, many great characters.

The focus of this article is very narrow.

It's a person's waiting.

I have lived in a mountain village since I was a child, raised by my grandparents. My parents worked away from home, so I was waiting for the New Year and for my parents to come back.

When I was in school, I also helped with farm work. My grandfather knew some herbs, so he would go up the mountain to pick them and dry them. When he had enough, he would take them to the street to sell.

It rains a lot in summer and the weather changes rapidly, so my grandmother and I waited at home for my grandfather to come down the mountain and come home quickly.

Both the grandparents and the grandchildren want to go out, but neither of them wants the other to go out.

Looking in the direction of the door, expecting someone to push the door open wearing a straw raincoat in the next second.

Until the next morning, grandpa still hadn't come back.

The village chief verified the headcount of each household and said that there had been a landslide. Yellow mud had gathered in the lower areas. There was a heavy rain, the most ferocious that had not been seen in many years.

The little guy and his grandmother could only wait for grandpa to be found by others and pray that he had just gone a little far away.

By the time a severed arm was found, my grandfather's body was also dug out from the mud, sand and stones.

Grandpa was put into the coffin, waiting for my parents to come back for the funeral.

Grandpa and his coffin were carried up the mountain, and the original route was re-marked, you followed behind and grandma followed at the end.

The sand and stones were loose and a few would occasionally slide off. The sun was scorching, baking the ground and evaporating tears and sweat.

The planted rice should be watered in the evening when the weather is dry, wait until the rice straw grows into rice ears, wait until the rice ears bloom, and then turn golden.

Grandma couldn't remember grandpa's grave, but she always went up the mountain to check it out. When she got home from school, she would go out to look for it.

Wait for the stove fire to be strong and steam the cooked rice.

I would wait until market day to get medicine for grandma and carefully withdraw the money my parents had deposited.

After passing through the chaotic crowd, he carefully touched his still bulging pockets to make sure that his money had not been stolen.

As you grow up, you enter your menstrual period without anyone to teach you. Your grandma takes out cotton cloth and your classmates tell you to use sanitary napkins.

After carefully looking at the price of sanitary napkins, you resolutely spent a week's food money to buy one that looked familiar.

The instructions are written in small letters, and it is difficult to read them clearly when you are reading them in a dim toilet. You don’t know that you are nearsighted.

I thought it was a terminal illness.

So you wait for your parents to come back and take you for treatment. It doesn’t matter if they can’t cure you, they can just take you and your grandma away.

This way, there will be someone to take care of grandma after I die.

After receiving the call, Mom and Dad came back and took you to the hospital. You got a pair of purple-rimmed glasses and your classmates said you were bespectacled.

Many girls stop studying after junior high school. Some get married, some go out, and then you start waiting to finish junior high school again.

I hadn't graduated from junior high school yet. It was summer again and my grandmother went to the fields to water them and never got up again.

The same process as when my grandfather passed away was repeated.

Grandma is buried next to grandpa, so we no longer have to worry about her going to the wrong grave.

Mom's belly was bulging, and Dad said he would take her away after my brother was born.

Although you want to stay with your grandparents, you still want to go to school, so you hope to ask your parents to let you continue to go to school.

The teacher said that you are very spiritual and talented, and as long as you are willing to work hard, you will be able to go to a good university in the future.

Grandpa and grandma don’t care about your studies, but they will be happy about your grades.

Grandpa and grandma will be even happier when you get admitted to a good university.

So you waited obediently for your younger brother to be born and for your parents to pick you up.

From summer to autumn, from autumn to winter, it's the Spring Festival again, but mom and dad haven't come back.